Hello again. As said elsewhere I need to get out each day and first call is McDonalds where I sit and enjoy a coffee. I then tend to waffle on about whatever fills my head at the time, therapeutic. I do have mental health struggles, nothing really serious, but as it's said "every little helps".....
I never really knew that there were various versions of "Hallelujah" although I had noticed that some covers were longer than others. But now you mention it, it is not hard to understand how lyrics will morph in any poets mind - if the mind/heart is more a becoming rather than a rock solid centre of being.
I'll try to look it up, but just speaking of LC in general, I have a DVD of the London Concert he gave in 2008. Brilliant, with great backing musicians and singers. Somewhere else I mentioned Blooks, which are a cross between Books and Blogs. Created on Google Blogger, downloaded to Blookup and they print it off. I created one of Leonard Cohen songs, which followed the order of the London Concert. It is one of my few Blooks that had a print run of more than one as I ordered a second copy for a mate of mine who I knew also liked the lyrics. My mate had proved to be a great mate when I hit a mental health low and I needed to give him something.
The best part - for me - of creating blooks is choosing the illustrations to go with the text. Using Google Images you just tap a word or two in "Search" and press the button! Why I said LC is difficult to pin down is because so many of his lyrics (particularly the love songs - although as I think you implied, they are ALL love songs in their own way) proved difficult for me to conjure up the appropriate word to put into Search. Looking up "song meanings" often did not help, with some thinking Leonard Cohen was regretting a lost love, some thinking he wanted her back, some thinking he was pleased she was gone..... Which sums us all up in a way!
Sorry, I just tend to waffle. I'm thinking now of "Krapp's Last Tape", a play by another great writer, Samuel Beckett. You might know it. Its about this guy who every ten years or so makes a tape of his thoughts, ideas and such. When he listens back years later he simply can't make any real connection with who he had been. Typical Beckett. Anyway, it was time for his last tape - which maybe comes to us all. Me, I tend to think that despite all the chaos and changing moods, there IS a connection - not in ourselves as such, but in the Reality that holds us, "just as we are", with infinite compassion. If we can reflect that back to others around us then our sad, fragile world would surely be a better place.
Well, I'm drifting. But thanks for your original post. Mornings are not my best time and a few words like your own can lift my mood.
Just to know others, like yourself and Leonard Cohen are in the Chaosmos (a word coined by James Joyce in "Finnegans Wake") can support my faith and trust that we all exist in a Reality that, despite so many appearances to the contrary, is one of significance, even one of love.
Thanks again. My coffee is getting cold.
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